Sunday, August 23, 2015

Fame And Fortune (An All Cocks Story) by Author TM Smith Cover Reveal & Giveaway! @TTCBooksandmore #gay #LGBT #Romance #MMM


Fame and Fortune
An All Cocks Story book #2
Cover Reveal
Release date: September 1st 2015 (tentatively)


Victor Dimir moved to America with his traditional Romanian parents when he was just a child. His Romani parents taught him their traditions and how to be a shrewd business man. But it was the attention of a classmate at school that taught a teenage Victor about his sexuality. When he came out to his parents he knew it would be difficult for them to understand, but he never expected them to disown him.

Andrew Jones grew up with a single mom and his grandmother teaching him about life, he had an absentee father at best. The only thing the man ever did for Andy that stuck was buy him a camera for his thirteenth birthday. When Andrew went off to college on a scholarship to study photo journalism, he wound up falling in love with his Romanian roommate.

They became inseparable and wound up starting their own business together; a gay porn website where people could go and watch romantic gay porn instead of the rough and tough, or wham bam thank you man crap that was flooding the internet at that time. After ten years together they were still perfectly happy, they didn’t even realize something was missing, until they met a broken young man that needed a family.

Matthew Carlson was homeless, jobless and broken. He’d been on his own since he was sixteen when he ran away from home after being brutally assaulted by several other young men that he thought were his friends, and then being told he brought it on himself for being gay by his parents. Matthew has done a lot of things these last few years just to get by. When he finds the flyer for All Cocks, he decides to call and see where it leads. What has he got to lose?

Matthew has deep rooted scars that aren’t usually visible on the outside. But when he walks into All Cocks, both Victor and Andrew see them, they also see him. Can three men that didn’t even realize they needed each other get past the stigma of society to find a place of happiness, together?

*Advisory warning: This story contains a scene of sexual assault.*


Excerpt; *This is an adult series with mature content intended for 18+ readers only*


It was too much and not enough all at the same time. Mattie had never in his life felt what he was feeling right now with these two men. They played his body like an instrument, knowing exactly what keys to push to get the desired note that seemed to only enhance their arousal, as well as Mattie’s. His hips began thrusting into the welcome warmth of Andrew’s mouth and he ran his fingers through the black curls.

The fingers of his other hand scrabbled for purchase, clawing at the blanket they lay on and then he felt Victor run his fingers over the top of his hand. He twined their fingers together, then brought their joined hands up to his mouth and turning them over, he kissed the inside of Mattie’s palm and, who the hell knew that could be an erogenous zone! Mattie gasped and thrust further into Andrew’s mouth.

Victor released Mattie’s fingers, running his down the length of Mattie’s arm. He brought his hand up and grabbed Victor by the neck, pulling his upturned lips closer. Just before their lips pressed together, Mattie’s eyes fluttered shut as he whispered his name, “Victor.” Then Victor’s tongue was plunging inside his mouth, keeping pace with Andrew’s tongue that was now circling the head of Mattie’s cock. Mattie pulled back to catch his breath, but didn’t pull away, he held Victor’s face so close that when he spoke, Victor could feel the words on his lips.

“This is how it’s supposed to be, how it’s supposed to feel when you want to be with someone, when you love someone.” Mattie’s voice was barely above a whisper, barely audible between his pants and groans.

“It is part of it Mattie, if you are being with right persons.” Victor responded. He cupped Mattie’s jaw with his hand, running his thumb over Mattie’s cheek leaning in to steal another kiss. He paused when Mattie’s brown eyes fluttered open and right then, he looked so deep into Victor’s soul the big man swore he could feel Mattie inside him.

“Victor.”

“Yes Mattie.”

“I love you.”

~ Fame and Fortune Playlist ~  



A military brat born and raised at Ft. Benning Georgia; Smith is an avid reader, reviewer and writer. She now calls Texas home from her small town on the outskirts of the DFW Metroplex. Most days you can find her curled up with her kindle and a good book alongside a glass of something aged and red or a steaming cup of coffee! 


At 44 years young, she's decided to enter the next phase of her life by adding the title of "author" to her list of accomplishments. Smith is a single mom of three disturbingly outspoken and decidedly different kids, one of which is Autistic. Besides her writing, Smith is passionate about Autism advocacy and LGBT rights.


Her series Opposites goes beyond the norm of society, exploring what society would be like were it the norm to be gay/lesbian. To be straight labels you the outkast. Her latest series, the All Cocks Stories, is set within the world of online gay porn. 



Join us today, Sunday August 23rd, from 12 noon until 6PM CST on facebook for a Cover Reveal event with several different LGBT Authors helping to host the event. There will be fun games, Q&A threads and giveaways throughout the day. For my part, I will be giving away e-book's from all my series, as well as some fun swag. 






Saturday, August 22, 2015

That Sexy Time of Day With Brett & Cole @MySexySaturday #MM #Romance #Snippet #Gay #MySexySaturday

Hey everyone - I'm in the writing dungeon - so this is gonna be a quickie ;-) For the theme this week it's 'That Sexy Time of the Day'. This is from Held Hostage when Cole takes care of Brett with some afternoon delight because he needs to get away from all of the dark thoughts overwhelming him in the aftermath of the hostage crisis.

“This is nice. Large. Modern.” Cole turned to him. “When did you move here?”

Brett glanced around the living area. Unopened boxes were still stacked in one corner, the furnishings minimal. His next day off was supposed to have been set aside to do some home shopping.

Tomorrow. I was supposed to do that tomorrow.

Of course, he wouldn’t be shopping the next day. He’d be calling his limited remaining staff in, possibly borrowing some from the North Vegas location, and fixing his store. He was startled from his musings by Cole’s hand on his nape and butt as he pulled him close.

“Forget the talking.”

Cole lowered his lips onto Brett’s, demanding entrance the way he had earlier. Brett wrapped his arms around Cole’s neck, the move angling him so that his frame was flush to Cole’s body. The sooner they were naked, the better. Then Cole’s heat and scent and skin would be all his to enjoy.


Cole embraced him as he deepened the kiss, using his tongue to explore Brett’s mouth thoroughly. He clutched at Brett, kneaded his flesh, ran his hands up and down Brett’s torso with a strength Brett had never encountered before. Brett felt taken. Claimed. It was an odd sensation - not at all like what he’d experienced with lovers in the past when there’d been a more balanced interaction. He liked it.
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Saturday, August 15, 2015

My Sexy Boyfriend @MySexySaturday from Sin City Uniforms 5 WIP #gay #romance #BDSM #snippet #MySexySaturday

Hey everyone - once again I'm going to share a snippet from Negotiating Love (Sin City Uniforms 5) For those of you who read Held Hostage, this is Steve's story. This weeks theme is 'My Sexy Boyfriend' and Allistair, the owner of the Dark Fantasy Resort Casino thinks Steve is the sexiest thing he's ever seen. Now all he needs to do is convince the hunky SWAT negotiator to take things beyond their casual kinky playtimes.

It'd been so long since Allistair had shared a bed with a man that he couldn’t recall the last time it’d happened.
Probably Tim.
He was curled around Steve’s back, one arm wrapped possessively around his waist, his leg draped over Steve’s limbs. He didn’t want to be distracted from lying cuddled up to Steve by recalling his traitorous ex. From the moment he’d given in to what he now believed was the inevitable - had decided that Steve belonged only with him - he’d dreamed of waking up to him in his arms.
He was a practical man in most ways, especially when it came to his heart. He understood why he’d remained guarded for so long - it’d been a perfectly understandable reaction to being betrayed twice in a row by two men with whom he’d been in love. But understanding his fears and moving past them were two very different states of being. It’d taken someone as incredible as Steve to give him the strength to want to take a chance again. He wanted to show Steve that there was more to him than the entitled, perverted playboy fa├žade he projected.
Steve stirred in his arms, muscles rippling under his skin as Allistair brushed his lips across Steve’s shoulder blades. He’d made Steve jack off for him the night before, then had smacked his ass with a riding crop while fucking him from behind. It’d been a less involved evening than usual, but he’d wanted them to be rested so they could leave early, and still have plenty of energy for when they arrived at their destination. He’d taken Steve hard, made him really feel it – which would in turn make it that much more exciting when he took him again and again over the next couple of days.
“What time is it?” Steve’s voice was sleep roughened and partially muffled by the pillow.
Allistair rubbed his erection against Steve’s crack. “Sadly, it’s almost eight. Otherwise I’d fuck you again right now.” He lowered his hand, searching out then running his fingers across the small welts left behind by the crop. He groaned. “The way your skin receives my marks, it’s as if it’s begging for them.”
Steve pushed back against Allistair’s leaking shaft. “I beg for them.”
“And I’ll reward you with many more.” 
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Saturday, August 8, 2015

Late Summer Sexy @MySexySaturday Sneak Peek of Sin City Uniforms 5 #gay #BDSM #romance #MySexySaturday

This week's theme for My Sexy Saturday is 'Late Summer Sexy'  - those activities that lovers do on the lazy days of summer. That would include romantic excursions such as a walk hand in hand on the beach, a mountain getaway, or how about a picnic? I just turned in the manuscript to Negotiating Love (Sin City Uniforms 5). In this one, you get to find out who Steve's Mr. Boyfriend is from Held Hostage. Mr. Boyfriend's idea of a lover's picnic is perhaps a tad different than what some would think. Let's take a look, shall we?

Steve grunted with each strike of Allistair’s flogger. The blanket they’d laid out for their picnic was sun-dappled as he was sure his ass was too. He imagined there was also plenty of rising welts tinged with red and the beginnings of bruising. He’d be purple and sore for a while. It was so fucking worth it.
        The thud of the heavy leather strands of the flogger was a dull sound, one he loved to hear. The snap of the leather tongue of a crop excited him more, but truthfully, he loved them all. 
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Saturday, August 1, 2015

A Very Sexy Time With Brett & Cole @MySexySaturday #gay #erotic #romance #snippet #MySexySaturday

I'm under deadline (finishing up Steve's story for Sin City Uniforms 5) so this'll be a quickie *wink* This week's prompt for My Sexy Saturday is A Very Sexy Time, which is what Brett and Cole from Held Hostage are enjoying on a night out together.

A slow song that Cole vaguely recognized came on the speakers. It stood out because all the others since they’d been there had been more boisterous. One older couple made their way to the minimal dance floor then began to sway to the music. When Cole turned back to Brett he was staring intently at him.
“Let’s dance, Cole.”
There wasn’t much that he wouldn’t do for Brett, but dancing was one of the few things he never partook of.
“I’m not much of a dancer, Brett.”
Brett stood then held his hand out to Cole. Something sparked in him. Cole had brought Brett to the bar to encourage him to be more open in public. Brett was making the first move and Cole was turning him down. He felt ashamed.
He stood. “I guess I can sway all right.”
Brett laughed before taking his hand. “I’m sure you’re a champion swayer.”


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Saturday, July 25, 2015

Our Sexy Place from All Fired Up for #MySexySaturday #gay #mmromance #meninuniform @MySexySaturday

Hey everyone - I'm back from Rainbow Con and an intense deadline to drop by with a snippet from All Fired Up (Sin City Uniforms 1). The theme this week for My Sexy Saturday is 'Our Sexy Place'. In this excerpt, fireman Trent is taking police officer Shawn to a favorite place of his for their first official outing together. They both like to hike and there's a National Park near Vegas where Trent hopes to discover if they're just in lust or if they can spend a day together and enjoy each other's company. But one can never completely shut down lust when it's oh so very strong *wink*

The couple that had been there when they arrived was gathering their things and looked to be about ready to leave.
If I’m really lucky, we’ll be alone for a little while.
The four of them acknowledged one another again, and the couple climbed up the face of the rock to the trail above. Right as Shawn was about to comment on them being alone, Trent cut him off.
“Finally.”
Trent cupped his strong hand on Shawn’s cheek, guiding him to his mouth. As soon as Trent’s lips captured his, he melted into the kiss, surprised at how it could be so commanding and so gentle at the same time. Trent kept the control, dropping his hand to brush Shawn’s arm, then slowly lowering it to rest on his waist. With minimal pressure he encouraged him closer, and Shawn rolled his body until their chests touched.
As the passion in the kiss grew, they struggled to get nearer, Shawn ignoring the unforgiving rock. It was apparent Trent was ignoring it as well. He reached around Shawn’s neck and shoulders and pulled him flush to the hard planes of his body, lowering his other hand more until he grasped Shawn’s ass.

Oh God.
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Saturday, July 11, 2015

Sexy HOT Insta-lust From Held Hostage For #MySexySaturday #gay #erotic #romance #snippet @MySexySaturday

WOW. It's the 100th week - almost 2 years worth - of My Sexy Saturday! I had a brief absence in the middle when life got too out of control, but have otherwise been here almost since the beginning. Time flies, as they say.

This week's theme is Sexy HOT! and is open to interpretation, so I'm going with that insta-lust moment that's one of my faves. You spot someone from across the room and BAM, you gotta meet, kiss, you know - everything with them! I'm sharing 7 paragraphs from my new release Held Hostage (Sin City Uniforms 4).

He took a swig of his Dos Equis beer, draining it then setting the bottle on the counter. One more drink would be his third, which would be when he’d call it. He straightened at the sight of a tall, lean blond man making his way to the end of the bar. Even in the darkened club with varying colors of lights swirling around, the shade of the guy’s hair stood out. It had to be almost white. He allowed his gaze to travel up and down the rather stunning, model-worthy looker.
Nice tan. Classy duds. Obviously takes good care of himself. I bet he’s smooth all over.
Cole licked his lips. The sophisticated guys didn’t always go for his type. If they did, it was typically them taking a walk on the wild side for the night.
I’ll show him wild.
The one good thing about that particular scenario was that when Cole was done corrupting his prey, he could set them loose and not worry about them getting clingy. Blondie had ordered a drink while Cole had been studying him and he chuckled at the Martini with olives the man held. Of course. Mr. GQ wouldn’t be caught dead with something so low brow as a beer in his hand.
Doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a hot, tight hole.
Another man jostled him. Cole peered down at the tiny twink who batted his eyelashes at him in the most obnoxious way.
Not in a million years, kid.


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